Miyamoto Ryūmu possessed the strength of a mid-legendary stage Martial Artist, and although the chance of breaking through to the later stages was slim, his power was not to be underestimated.
Even without harnessing the power of nature, with his strength, once he got serious, he was truly difficult to deal with.
Ye Qiu was mentally prepared for a tough battle; the two no longer squabbled verbally, letting their strength do the talking.
"To kill me, you're still lacking in strength," Ye Qiu laughed heartily, clenched his fist, and burst forward, bang bang bang... stepping forward with each punch, each strike deadly.
The power of the Black Flame coursed through his fists and feet, making each of Ye Qiu's punches and kicks as powerful as Miyamoto Ryūmu's.
Miyamoto Ryūmu's killing intent soared to the heavens, each move aimed at Ye Qiu's weak points, their fists met with each punch, truly shaking the heavens, like thunderclaps.
